Scribble, scribble, scribble. Jory's hand practically flew over his book as he made notes about each of the cups. He looked up at the Cups Professor Elwood was indicating. He was disappointed they were not using fancier cups but a cup was a cup and it would get the work done if the Professor was comfortable using them.

The seventh year got up and took one of them before returning to his seat. He decided he would not decorate it. He wasn't very artistic anyway. Yup. This cup was fine just as it was.